Do You Cherish Your Humble And Silky

I Don't Know Exactly What A Prayer Is. I Do Know How To Pay Attention.

And Who Will Care, Who Will Chide You If You Wander Away From Wherever You Are, To Look For Your Soul?

It Is A Serious Thing // Just To Be Alive / On This Fresh Morning / In This Broken World.

Around Me The Trees Stir In Their Leaves And Call Out, Stay Awhile.

Why Should I Not Sit, Every Morning Of My Life, On The Hillside, Looking Into The Shining World?